Seven Scotch songs/Mary, I Believed Thee True

Mary, I believed thee true,
And I was blest in thus believing;
But now I mourn that e'er I knew
A girl so fair and so deceiving!

Few have ever loved like me,—
O! I have loved thee too sincerely;
And few have e'er deceived like thee,—
Alas! deceived me too severely!

Fare thee well! yet think a while
On one whose bosom bleeds to doubt thee;
Who now would rather trust that smile,
And die with thee, than live without thee!

Fare thee well! I'll think of thee—
Thou leav'st me many a bitter token;
For see, distracting woman! see,
My peace is gone, my heart is broken—
Fare thee well!